A spillway near a trail at Boyd Lake State Park, Loveland, Co.
The dive team disappeared under the fast-moving, muddy water, its angry reply to the flood that ripped through town days earlier. A protective barrier was set up as people stood speaking in hushed tones fearful at what they might find washed up on the river’s edge near the spillway. A group held hands, heads bowed, praying.
“We wanted to help a mama rabbit and her babies when the water came up like a big wave,” Ben told the officer with quivering lips, his wet body shivering under the blanket.
Stevie held on.
“Found him.” The call came back.
“He’s alive!”
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Joyce E. Johnson (2014)
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